imacrazychick

We are born A gasping breath, fluttering lashes and shrieking cries Raw, uncut, open A wound of life And so giddily we stumble Fumble, fall, and walk Arms open, eyes open, doors open To the arms of our fathers Pulling us close to dance We’ve become drunk by the glistening lights The colors of the bustling dress flood our sight The air is crisp and warm with the heat of life Bodies crowd the dance floor We’ve become sealed Trapped, enclosed, controlled And still the bodies dance Flicker, swirl, burn Like a hearth’s never ending fire We twirl, we glide, we sway Then crumble So suddenly No subtly Death’s one true dagge